Sweet jesus I lost track of time! It has been 11 days since I wrote anything. I thought it had been like five.

So let’s see, I have been to Horatio’s and back again. I’ve realised I spend whole weekends with him exhausted because I am too wimpy to ride the bus. I walk from my house to the rail station then from Leeds station to his house. The stress of travel coupled with two hours of walking means I am pretty tired. Normally, I’d rest for a few days and I’d be okay. But when I’m with the boy, there are things to do! I had been assuming it was sex because that requires a fair amount of flexibility and movement. Wrong, wrong, wrong. So I will have to suck it up and ride the bus. Grumble.

Book club met last week. We read Gentlemen & Players by Joanne Harris. Was delightful in a black comedy sort of way. I’m not going to be able to go next month due to Hearing Dogs for Deaf People inspection. I’ve been trying to get someone else in the group to manage the meeting and no one is willing yet.

I had another very successful therapy appointment last week. I’ve even managed to do some of the things I was supposed to; for example, I’ve arranged to meet with Doodle on Friday so I can tour the swimming pool at the hospital. I’ve been putting this off because of some fears, baby steps. I’ve also decided to get an old desk out of the loft and set it up in the library with the sewing machine and other crafty/arty things. I’m hoping the dedicated space will encourage me to actually do something. Finally, I’m going to try to get a voice teacher again. I need help getting my breathing adjusted to my new lungs and I want to strengthen my voice and get my range back. I’m going to make calls tomorrow.

Sign language classes are still very excellent. We learnt family members last week. We’re having an assessment in a fortnight. Only slightly nervous; I keep reminding myself that I’m learning so I can communicate not for the qualification.

I’ve been reading with some dismay the response to the health care bill from the house. It makes me sad that women continue to be the lowest priority. It makes me sad that they’re trying to make it even harder for women to access legal medical care. It makes me sad that they are so concerned about whether or not a woman chooses to have an abortion that they forget to ensure that women have access to birth control. I feel very glad to have got out of the US when I did, but very sad for all the friends and family I left there.